It turned out Randy was the sweetest man to be around. His reputation really was way worse than he actually was. They went out for breakfast that morning, and he listened to her complain about her relationship. She got a lot of things out of her system, and not once did he stop her or tell her what to do. He simply listened.

"Give me your phone," he said.

She handed him her phone, and he put his number into it.

"There. If you need anything, call or text. Even if you just wanna tell me once again what a jerk he is," he said.
"Thanks," she smiled. "You're really not a bad guy like many people say."
"Don't tell anyone. I like my privacy, and people thinking I'm an asshole is a good way to keep them away," he winked. "Let's get to the arena."

They parted ways in the arena. Roman arrived a bit later, and he did everything he could to ignore and avoid her. She wasn't gonna go to him. He was still in a bad mood, and once he was ready to be an adult about it, he would come find her.

Unfortunately that never happened, and that meant that she had no ride home. Instead she took a cab to the airport and booked a flight while he drove home alone. When she finally came home around 3 AM, he was there. He was clearly still angry when she entered the home.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I live here," she answered.
"Ready to tell me the truth?" He asked.
"I already did," she answered.
"I told you that I don't wanna see you until you're ready to tell the truth," he said.
"I told you the truth!" She shouted.
"Get out!" He shouted back.
"You're kicking me out of my own home in the middle of the night?" She asked shocked.
"It's my house. You're just a guest here," he said.
"Fuck you, Roman!" She sneered.

She yanked up her suitcase again, and slammed the door on her way out. She called another cab, and soon she was back in the airport. She took out her phone and called the one person who wouldn't judge her.

"Hello?" Randy's tired voice sounded.
"It's Jacey," she said.
"What's up? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?" He asked.
"What would you say if I catch the next flight to Missouri?" She asked.
"I'd ask what you like for breakfast," he answered.

He picked her up in the airport. He took her to the nearest coffee shop and bought her a large cappuccino before getting her out in his car.

"What happened?" He asked.
"I'm still not allowed near him until I tell him the truth," she answered. "Or what he thinks it's the truth."
"He's a stubborn donkey," he said.
"You can say that again," she sighed.
"I put a pancake dough together before I picked you up, so it's ready to be made as soon as we arrive," he said.
"Right now you're the perfect man," she said.
"You're easy to please," he chuckled.
"With breakfast, yes," she grinned. "In bed is a whole other story."
"I wouldn't mind finding out for myself if that's true," he grinned back.

This felt good. Casual flirting with a man. She wasn't gonna do anything with him, and she knew he wasn't gonna cross that line either. But she needed this. She needed to feel a bit desired even though there was nothing else to it.

"My castle," he said when they arrived.
"Damn!" She whistled. "Why do I always fall for men with big homes?"
"You know what they say about men with big homes, right?" He joked.
"Big homes, big furniture?" She asked.
"That too," he laughed. "And big everything."
"I'll take your word for it," she laughed too.

He carried her suitcase inside and into a guest room.

"Your room, my lady," he said.
"A double bed all for me?" She smiled. "Lucky me."
"You can always share if you want," he said.
"You said something about pancakes," she said.
"Auch! Shot right in the heart!" He laughed. "Yes, pancakes. Let me feed you, gnome. Maybe you'll start growing."
"I'm not that little," she pouted.
"Total gnome," he ruffled her hair.

He walked out of the room and opened the door across from it.

"Laundry room. I doubt Roman gave you a chance to pack anything," he said.
"He didn't," she said.
"So put your stuff in the washing machine while I start on the pancakes," he said.

30 minutes later she pushed the empty plate away, and leaned back in the chair with a hand on her stomach.

"You're a great chef," she said.
"Thanks," he smiled proudly. "I suck at baking though."
"You leave that to me," she said.
"Yeah? What will you make me?" He asked.
"Anything your heart desires," she answered.
"Careful now," he smirked.
"I can't make myself into a cake," she laughed.
"I can always cover you in whipped cream and lick it off," he wiggled his eyebrows.
"You're bad," she said.
"I don't hear you complaining," he said.

She sat up straight and smiled at him.

"Do you remember when you came down to NXT and trained us for a few days?" She asked.
"Like it was yesterday," he answered. "I noticed you first thing. You were way better than the rest, and you didn't seem starstruck about me being there."
"I was crushing so hard on you those days. I'm surprised you didn't pick up on it," she said.
"I was too busy staring at your ass," he chuckled. "Which, by the way, is perfect to look at. You can't blame me for looking at an artwork like that."

She let out a sorrow-free laugh. Somehow he made everything seem easier.

"So what can I do around here?" She asked.
"I have a pool outside," he suggested.
"I don't have a bathing suit," she said.
"I fail to see the problem," he said.
"Are you ever gonna stop flirting?" She asked.
"Are you?" He asked back. "And probably no. Unless you ask me to. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable here."
"How about we go shopping for a bathing suit, and then spend the day outside?" She asked.
"Great idea," he said.

Bathing suit, his ass. She had bought a white and light blue striped bikini, and it made him almost drool over the sight. The light tones went great with her shoulder length, dark brown hair and her royal blue eyes.

He managed to keep his dick down and not jump her like a creep. He wouldn't be that guy. Even though he had been crushing on her ever since that time in NXT too, he refused to be the asshole that made her have sex with him to get back at her boyfriend. As long as Roman was still in the picture, all he would do was flirt.

But damn it, if it didn't feel good to picture himself getting her out of that bikini, and having his way with her in his kingsize bed. His dick was gonna get some extra attention from his right hand the next couple of days.